Three’s a Crowd

Just one last short post, to finish off a little thread I’ve been writing.


Lewis accepted the coffee and was sitting in the lounge while all manner of coffee-brewing noises came from the kitchen. “Yes, please”, came a voice, as the lounge door opened once again. “oh, I didn’t realise we had company“, joked Anna, resplendent in her jeggings. She introduced herself, as he explained that he was the new neighbour, and Asha had just invited him in for coffee. “Hmmm…I can see why”, thought Anna, as she quickly checked him out. “Do me a favour and make one for me”, she popped her head around to Asha. Realising that three was one person too many, as soon as she had her drink, Anna left them to it. Taking a sip, Lewis, Lew, showed his appreciation.

– Mmmmm, this coffee tastes really good. You didn’t make it from scratch, did you?

– You’re joking, aren’t you? No, we have a Nespresso machine back there. I just pop a capsule in. Besides, pushing a button is about as technical as I get.

– Well, it’s delicious, so thanks. Well worth the detour.

A switch flicked on in Asha’s brain.

– Actually, I should have asked, do you want a chocolate biscuit to go with that? We’re not big on chocolate biscuits but there might be some Penguins left.

Lew assured her he was fine. Had to watch his figure, he said. From what Asha had seen so far, she could quite happily watch his figure too!

Taking his last sip of coffee, Lew steered the conversation to Giros once again.

– So, do you guys go there often, then?

– Only really for takeout.

– Why’s that?

– Just because it’s so close. If we’re gonna sit down, might as well do it here at a tenth the price. Anna – that girl you just met – she’s veggie, but I like them now and again.

– So, do you *ever* eat in there, then?

– Not really, I told you… Why?

Lew went paused, as though hunting for the right words.

– Well I was just wondering if you might fancy going there with me on Saturday night?


I had to end it on a happy note. Well, except it’s not really ended, has it? I wonder if she’ll accept, for starters? I wonder if he’ll go beyond the first date? Most of all, I wonder if that kebab will be any good?

Maybe I’ll pick this thread up again sometime!

Fandango’s One Word Challenge (11 September 2020)

The politician says “can’t ride your bike”,
A lovely suit, so businesslike,
To this very day it is unclear,
why the thought of two wheels filled him with fear.

COVID is spreads when we breathe it in,
Close contact is where it all begins.
What’s more, this was known from the very start
The goal was to keep us all apart.

“Do not go out”, Prime Minister required,
If you don’t follow, results could be dire,
And then, of course, there is the police,
Banning people sitting on the beach.

for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC), cage.

I was just nspired to write this, thinking about lockdown.

What we knew about the virus, and we knew from the very start, was that it was spread by somebody exhaling the droplet, and somebody else inhaling them. So, the name of the game was – still is – one person keeping their distance from another. That’s it.

And yet (and I blogged about some of these at the time, with horror) we had

  • cases of the police patrolling supermarkets, deciding what we could and could not buy.
  • The Police using drones to identify people who had driven somewhere (albeit somewhere very isolated) in order to walk their dog. The police’s excuse was, what if they break down? What if they need a mechanic? How often do cars break down, these days?
  • The Police patrolling beaches, lest somebody sit on them. The beaches did not spread the virus, contact with people did.
  • A health director up in Scotland, a guy called Jason Leach, told the news media that going out on mountain bikes was forbidden. He never said why, but presumably his reasons were the same as above – if you have some kind of problem and need assistance. Any biker will find a way of performing running repairs to get themselves home, at least. I used to carry a minature toolkit in my saddlebag.

These are all true stories, have happened in the UK since the last six months, so I think that if you give some people half a chance, they will put us into cages.

Holiday Time (Fandango’s Friday Flashback)

Yay, it is Friday again, and Fandango has just published his Friday Flashback post. The idea is that he picks a post from this day in a previous year, to give newer readers a better insight into what does and doesn’t make him tick.

I have always liked that idea, so shall also post my own reminiscence. As much as anything, it reminds me of where I was, where I am now, and how far I have come. Hopefully, you will find it entertaining along the way.

Oh, and thank you to Jennifer at Paperkutzs for allowing me to use her image.


Actually it was quite a difficult “find” today.

In previous years, I did not blog daily and a year ago, we were in the middle of Brexit, and we had just had an announcement from our government that, because they didn’t wish to listen to any dissent, they would suspend parliament. Not surprisingly, the courts subsequently decided that that was illegal. So possibly, when we hear about them wanting to tear up international treaties, we should not really be surprised?

But politics is tedious at the best of times, without re-running old battles, so I reached further back into my stroke days.

This was my first, and so far my only, holiday since the stroke. It highlights the exact reason I started the blog. Whilst previously I would have told you what we did, where we went, and so on, I notice that is muted. There is some of that, sure, but I mostly deal with things like how I coped in the room and on the bus, how I coped walking around the place, etc., things I would have just taken for granted before.

Even if I wemt on holiday today, and might be more likely just to say the same kind of things as I used to…. I’m still aware of the things I posted here – that is how stroke changes people. It’s funny because a lot of elderly people I know do not like being away from home for that very reason – their home has all these little aids to help themn get by with life, which a holiday home or hotel room does not.

Oh, and looking at the post, it looks like I chose it as my Flashback a year ago too – back then I did not post every day, so I’ve been kinda creative with the exact date… But it also must mean that I must have been taking part in this prompt for a whole year!

Holiday Time

I went away on holiday with my wife last week, my first time away from home since the stroke. We stayed in a “normal” room, i.e. not one for disabled people. Deliberate – I had to know if I could cope. It was an organised coach trip up to Scarborough. Aimed at more “senior” people, … Continue reading “Holiday Time”